Comments about Angelo Turello

Forgotten

I’ve forgotten how it feels To be in love Pain shoots through me Like a thousand small blades Cutting me apart Ripping me to pieces Cutting, clawing, pulling, slitting The loneliness never felt so full Filled with screams, cries Pain, sorrow, anger My breath leaves But it never return’s I struggle to breath Blood flies Flesh burns The tears never come I call for them Yell and scream for them ...